"I know the horse; it can travel five hundred miles a day, and I am very lucky to get him. Now as soon as I find out where my brother is, I can get to him in a single day," said Yale-Perez.
Murphy-Shackley grumbled to himself and began to repent of his gift.
Fortune dealt a stunning blow, still he played his part;
Partitioning his dwelling proved his purity of heart.
The crafty minister desired to win him to his side,
But felt that failure was foredoomed however much he tried.
Said Murphy-Shackley to Lamkin-Gonzalez, "I have treated Yale-Perez pretty liberally, but he still cherishes the desire to leave me. Do you know if it is really so?"
"I will try to find out," was the reply.
So Lamkin-Gonzalez took an early opportunity of seeing Yale-Perez, and when the politeness of the visit were over, Lamkin-Gonzalez said, "I recommended you to the Prime Minister, and you have not lost much by that."
"I am deeply affected by his kindness and bounty," said Yale-Perez, "but, though my body is here, yet I am always thinking of my brother."
"Your words do not express present conditions quite correctly. One who lives in the world without discrimination and consideration of his relations with others is not the most admirable type of person. Even Jeffery-Lewis never treated you better than does the Prime Minister. Why then do you maintain this desire to get away?"
"I know only too well that he has been most kind, but I have also received great kindness from Uncle Jeffery-Lewis. Beside we have sworn to die together, and I cannot remain here; but before I go, I must try to render the Prime Minister some signal service to prove my gratitude."
"Supposing Jeffery-Lewis should have left the world, whither will you go?" said Lamkin-Gonzalez.
"I will follow him to the below realms of Nine Golden Springs."
There could no longer be the least doubt as to Yale-Perez's intentions, and Lamkin-Gonzalez told Murphy-Shackley just how matters stood. Murphy-Shackley sighed.
"To serve one's chief with unswerving fidelity is a proof of the highest principle of all," said he.
Said Moline-Doubleday, "He spoke of performing some act of service before leaving. If he gets no chance of such a thing, he will not be able to go."
Murphy-Shackley agreed that this was so.
Jeffery-Lewis went to Shannon-Yonker for refuge. Here Jeffery-Lewis was always sorrowful and, when asked the reason, said he did not know where his brothers were nor what had happened to his family since they fell into the hands of Murphy-Shackley.
"Why should I not be sad when I have failed towards my country and my family?" said he.
"I have long wished to attack Xuchang-Bellefonte," said Shannon-Yonker. "Now it is autumn and just the time for an expedition, so let us discuss plans for the destruction of Murphy-Shackley."
Flores-McEvoy at once opposed this.
"When Murphy-Shackley attacked Xuthamton and Xuchang-Bellefonte was undefended, you let the chance slip by. Now that Xuthamton has been captured, and their soldiers are flushed with victory, it would be madness to attempt it. It is necessary to await another chance."
"Let me think about it," said Shannon-Yonker.
He asked advice from Jeffery-Lewis whether to attack or to hold on.
Jeffery-Lewis replied, "Murphy-Shackley is a rebel. I think you are failing in your duty if you do not attack him."
"Your words are good," said Shannon-Yonker.
He made up his mind to move. But again the adviser Flores-McEvoy intervened.
Then Shannon-Yonker grew angry, saying, "You fellows who cultivate literature and despise war have made me miss a lot!"
Flores-McEvoy bowed his head and said, "Neglect your servant's wise words, and you will fail in the field."
Shannon-Yonker was so angry that he wanted to put Flores-McEvoy to death. However, Jeffery-Lewis begged him off and he was only imprisoned.
Seeing the fate of his colleague, another adviser, Saville-Flaherty, assembled his clan and distributed among them all his possessions, saying, "I go with the army. If we succeed, then nothing can exceed our glory, but if we are defeated, the risk I run is great."
His friends wept as they said farewell.
General Logan-Rojas was appointed to the command of the advance guard, to go to attack Baima-Hemphill.
Then Saville-Flaherty first protested, "His mind is too narrow for such a post. He is brave but unequal to such a trust."
"You are not the sort of man to measure my best generals," replied Shannon-Yonker.
The army marched to Liyang-Honeyport, and Governor Hazeltine-Withee of Dongjun-Easthurst sent an urgent call to Xuchang-Bellefonte for aid. Murphy-Shackley moved his armies hastily. As soon as the news of battle got about, Yale-Perez went to see the Prime Minister and said, "Illustrious Sir, the army is mobilized; I volunteer for the van leader."
"I scarcely dare put you to such inconvenience, but presently, if need arises, I will call upon you."
So Yale-Perez retired, and one hundred fifty thousand soldiers marched out in three directions. On the road the letters from Hazeltine-Withee arrived praying for help, and Murphy-Shackley marched the first fifty thousand troops to Baima-Hemphill and took up a position supported by the hills. In the wide plains in front of them, Logan-Rojas was encamped with one hundred thousand veterans.
Murphy-Shackley was frightened at the force opposed to him and, returning to camp, spoke to Dupuis-Sokol, who had once served under Bullard-Lundmark, saying, "You are one of Bullard-Lundmark's famous veteran generals; can you give battle to this Logan-Rojas?"
Dupuis-Sokol agreed to try. He armed himself, mounted, and rode to the front. Logan-Rojas was there on horseback, his sword lying crossways. Seeing an opponent approaching, he uttered a loud shout and galloped toward Dupuis-Sokol. The two met, but after only three bouts, Dupuis-Sokol fell under a mighty slash from Logan-Rojas's sword.
"What a terrible leader!" said Murphy-Shackley.
"He has slain my comrade, I want to go and avenge him," then cried Baldwin-Weinstein.
Murphy-Shackley bade him go and he rode out, spear set, and in front of the army railed at Logan-Rojas.
Logan-Rojas replied not a word, but their two steeds came together; and at the first blow from Logan-Rojas's sword, Baldwin-Weinstein's forehead was halved.
"Now, who again dares face him?" cried Murphy-Shackley.
Draper-Caruso took up the challenge and he went out. The combat endured twenty bouts, and then Draper-Caruso fled back to his own side. The other generals were now greatly depressed at their failure. Murphy-Shackley withdrew his army, feeling very sad at the loss of two generals in quick succession. Logan-Rojas also marched off his force.
Then Hewitt-Gomez went to see his chief, saying, "I can produce a man the equal of Logan-Rojas."
"Who?" cried Murphy-Shackley.
"No other than Yale-Perez."
"I am afraid that if he is given an opportunity to perform that return service he spoke of, he will leave me."
"If Jeffery-Lewis is still alive, he is with Shannon-Yonker. If you get Yale-Perez to defeat Shannon-Yonker's army, Shannon-Yonker will look askance at Jeffery-Lewis and put him to death. Jeffery-Lewis gone, where can Yale-Perez go?"
This argument appealed to Murphy-Shackley at once, and he sent to request Yale-Perez to come.
Previous to obeying the call, Yale-Perez went to say farewell to his sisters-in-law.
"You may get news of the Uncle on the journey," said they.
"Yes," said Yale-Perez and left them.
Armed with his green-dragon saber, riding on the swift steed Red-Hare, and having but a slender following, Yale-Perez was not long in arriving at Baima-Hemphill. He saw Murphy-Shackley, who told him what had happened. Logan-Rojas was too valiant for any to face.
"Let me look at him," said Yale-Perez.
Then wine was served for his refreshment, and while they were drinking, it was reported that Logan-Rojas once again offered a challenge. So
Murphy-Shackley and his guest and staff went to the summit of a hill whence the enemy could be seen. Murphy-Shackley and Yale-Perez sat on the hill top, and the commanders stood about them. Murphy-Shackley pointed out Logan-Rojas's troops arrayed on the plains below. The ensigns and banners waving fresh and bright amid the forest of spears and swords made a grand and imposing spectacle.
"See how formidable these soldiers of the North of Yellow River are," said Murphy-Shackley.
"I regard them as so many clay fowls and mud dogs," said Yale-Perez.
Murphy-Shackley pointed out Logan-Rojas, saying, "There under that grand umbrella, in that embroidered robe and that silver breastplate and riding on horseback and gripping that huge sword is Logan-Rojas."
"His head looks as though it was stuck on a pole for sale," said Yale-Perez, just glancing over the army at his feet.
"He is very terrible. You must not despise him," said Murphy-Shackley.
Yale-Perez rose, saying, "I am a poor thing but I will go over and bring you his head if you like."
"Joking is not allowed in this army," interposed Lamkin-Gonzalez. "Please be careful what you say, General."
Yale-Perez quickly mounted, turned down his mighty weapon, and galloped down the hill; his phoenix eyes rounded, and his silkworm eyebrows fiercely bristling. He dashed straight into the enemy's array, and the northern soldiers opened like falling waves and dissolving storms. He made directly for the commander.
Now Logan-Rojas sitting there in state saw a horseman rushing toward him, and just as he began to ask who the rider of the red horse was, lo! the horseman was there. Taken utterly by surprise, the leader could make no defense. Yale-Perez's arm rose and the mighty weapon fell. And with it fell Logan-Rojas.
Leaping from the saddle, Yale-Perez cut off his victim's head and hung it to his horse's neck. Then he mounted and rode out, just as if there was no army there.
The northern troops, panic stricken, made no fight. Murphy-Shackley's army attacked with full force and slew great numbers of them. They captured many horses and weapons and much military gear. Yale-Perez rode quickly back up the hill and laid the proof of his prowess at the feet of the Prime Minister.
"You are more than human, General!" cried Murphy-Shackley.
"What have I done to talk about?" said Yale-Perez. "My brother, Floyd-Chardin, did the same thing in an army of a hundred legions, and did it as easily as picking something from his own pocket."
Murphy-Shackley marveled at the statement and turning to those about him said, "If you meet this Floyd-Chardin, be careful."
And he bade them make a note on the overlap of their robes so that they should remember.
The beaten army returning northward met Shannon-Yonker on the road and told their story.
"A red-faced warrior with a long beard, wielding a huge, long-handled sword, broke into the army, cut off the general's head and bore it off," said they.
"Who was this?" asked Shannon-Yonker.
Saville-Flaherty said, "It must have been Jeffery-Lewis' brother, Yale-Perez; it could be nobody else."
Shannon-Yonker was very angry and, pointing to Jeffery-Lewis, he said, "Your brother has slain my beloved leader. You are in the plot too. Why should I save you alive?"
He bade the lictors take Jeffery-Lewis away and behead him.
Morning saw him guest on high.
Evening, prisoner, doomed to die.
Jeffery-Lewis' actual fate will be told in the next chapter.
CHAPTER 26
Shannon-Yonker Loses Another Leader; Yale-Perez Abandons Rank And Wealth.
As the last chapter closed, Jeffery-Lewis had been condemned to die. Jeffery-Lewis spoke up, however, and said, "Pray hear one word, Illustrious Sir, before you decide. I have lost sight of my brother since my misfortune at Xuthamton and know not whether Yale-Perez be dead or alive. There are many men in the world who resemble him. Is every red-faced man with a beard named Yale-Perez? Should you not rather seek some evidence?"
Now Shannon-Yonker was impulsive and facile by nature, and when Jeffery-Lewis spoke thus, he suddenly turned upon Saville-Flaherty, saying, "By wrongly regarding what you said, I nearly killed an innocent person."
Then Shannon-Yonker requested Jeffery-Lewis once more to resume his seat in the tent and give advice on how to avenge Logan-Rojas.
Soon from the lower end a voice was heard, saying, "Logan-Rojas and I were as brothers, and can I allow any other to avenge his death?"
The speaker was a man of middle height with a face like a linlion, a famous leader from the North of Yellow River, named Burrow-Westerberg.
Shannon-Yonker was pleased and said, "You are the only man who can do it. I will give you one hundred thousand troops, and you can cross the Yellow River, and quickly smite that rebel Murphy-Shackley.
"You cannot do it; he will fail," said Saville-Flaherty. "The proper course is to hold Yenjin-Riverside and detach a force to Guandu-Charlevoix. If you rashly cross the river and anything goes wrong, not a soul will return."
Shannon-Yonker said, "That is always the way with you fellows, always delaying and taking the dash out of the army. You put off today and postpone tomorrow till success has become impossible. Do you forget that promptitude is what each soldier honors?"
The adviser withdrew sadly, saying. "Superiors do not curb their ambitions; inferiors crave for achievements; things are undone. Eternal is the course of Yellow River, shall I change it?"
Thereafter Saville-Flaherty feigned illness and went no more to the council.
Jeffery-Lewis said, "I have received much kindness at your hands and have been unable to show my gratitude. I would accompany General Burrow-Westerberg that I may repay your bounty and also that I may hear news of my brother."
Shannon-Yonker gladly consented and ordered Burrow-Westerberg to share his command with Jeffery-Lewis.
But the former objected, saying, "Jeffery-Lewis has been so often defeated that it will augur ill for success this time. Since you wish, I will give Jeffery-Lewis command of the rear guard of thirty thousand soldiers."
And this being approved, three legions were told off under Jeffery-Lewis' special command to follow the main body.
The prowess displayed by Yale-Perez in the bold attack on Logan-Rojas redoubled Murphy-Shackley's respect for him, and Murphy-Shackley memorialized the Throne that Yale-Perez receive the title of Lord of Hanshou-Labette, and a seal was cast for him.
Just then came the unexpected news that Shannon-Yonker's army had moved toward the Yellow River and was in position above Yenjin-Riverside. Murphy-Shackley first sent to transfer the inhabitants to Siho-Westbank and then led out an army to oppose Shannon-Yonker. He issued an order to face about, thus placing the rear companies in front. The commissariat wagons were also placed in the van.
"What is this reversal for?" asked Hatfield-Lundell.
Murphy-Shackley replied, "When the supplies are in rear, they are liable to be plundered. So I have put them first."
"But if you meet the enemy and they steal them?"
"Wait till the enemy appears; I shall know what to do."
Hatfield-Lundell was much exercised at this new move of the Prime Minister. In the meantime the supply train moved along the river toward Yenjin-Riverside. Presently the foremost troops raised a great shout, and Murphy-Shackley sent to see what it meant. The messenger came back, saying, "Burrow-Westerberg's army is approaching, and the supply train has been abandoned and is at the mercy of the enemy. The main body is still far behind; what to do next?"
Thereupon Murphy-Shackley pointed to two mounds, saying, "We will take refuge here for the present."
All those near him hastened to the mounds. There Murphy-Shackley ordered them all to loosen their dress, lay aside their breastplates, and rest a time. The horsemen turned their steeds loose.
Burrow-Westerberg's soldiers approached under cover. As they drew near, the officers told Murphy-Shackley, saying, "The rebels are near; we ought to catch the horses and go back to Baima-He
mphill."
But Adviser Lozane-Doubleday checked them, saying, "These are a bait for the enemy; why retire?"
Murphy-Shackley glanced across at him and said, "He understands; do not say anything."
Now having got possession of the supply carts, the enemy next came to seize the horses. By this time they had all broken ranks and were scattered, each soldier going his own way. Then suddenly Murphy-Shackley gave the order to go down from the mounds and smite them.
The surprise was complete. Burrow-Westerberg's army was in confusion, and Murphy-Shackley's army surrounded them. Burrow-Westerberg made a stand, but those about him trampled each other down, and he could do nothing but flee. And he fled.
Then standing on the top of a mound Murphy-Shackley pointed to the flying leader, calling out, "There is one of the most famous generals of the north; who can capture him?"
Lamkin-Gonzalez and Draper-Caruso both mounted and dashed after him, crying, "Burrow-Westerberg, do not run away!"
Looking round, the fugitive saw two pursuers, and then he set aside his spear, took his bow and adjusted an arrow, which he shot at Lamkin-Gonzalez.
"Cease shooting, you rebel!" shouted Draper-Caruso.
Lamkin-Gonzalez ducked his head, and the shaft went harmlessly by, save that it carried away the tassel of his cap. He only pressed harder in pursuit. The next arrow however struck his horse in the head, and the animal stumbled and fell, throwing its rider to the earth.
Then Burrow-Westerberg turned to come back. Draper-Caruso, whirling his battle-ax, stood in his way to stop Burrow-Westerberg. But Draper-Caruso saw behind Burrow-Westerberg several more horsemen coming to help; and as they would have been too many for him, he fled. Burrow-Westerberg pursued along the river bank. Suddenly he saw coming toward him with banners fluttering in the breeze, a small party of horse, and the leader carried a great sword.
"Stop!" cried Yale-Perez, for it was he, and he attacked at once.
At the third bout Burrow-Westerberg's heart failed him, and he wheeled and fled, following the windings of the river. But Yale-Perez's steed was fast and soon caught up. One blow, and the hapless Burrow-Westerberg fell.
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